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| ------ Non Journal Entry ------ You’d think the hardest thing after telling Hayden would be gathering the courage to pack up her things but as it turns out the hardest thing was telling Hayden. Don’t get her wrong, it is hard, picking out her possessions and separating herself from the only man that had ever loved all of her and not just the parts he liked. Turns out she can’t do it quickly, she goes painstakingly slow until she’s sure the hours have ticked by and all she’s got packed is one suitcase. It’s a lot more than she had when she first came to Searchlight but it’s hard to make it into anything more. His pendant’s warm against her skin, she can feel the pulse of her heart under the gold and she knows a part of him will always be with her. She’s hoping for something, she doesn’t know what it is. Maybe she’s hoping he will join her or maybe she’s hoping he lives a good life. It’s hard to tell. She just sort of sits on the bed, eyes fixed firmly upon the suitcase and she just keeps staring. Like it holds all the answers to the questions she’s always asked. She won’t stop being a Slayer just because she’s away from Searchlight; she’ll just have new demons to kill with no one at her back. No Hayden, they’ll be nothing except responsibility and family. Kris unwinds the leather from around her neck, caresses the very thing that had kept her safe for so long and presses a lingering kiss to the stone before settling it upon a pillow and she does much the same with her Katana. A note’s tucked in alongside which reads: “These kept me safe when I needed to be safe, take them and use them. Use them to keep safe and never forget that no matter what happens I love you and I’m yours. Only yours. – Kris” Her neck felt empty but she has Hayden’s necklace and really it’s all she needs, least until …well she doesn’t know what. She knows when to take comfort from small things. “Come on Eddy, we’ve got a few stops to make.” She whistles sharply and her dog comes running and soon Kris takes her leave. Kris has a few more people to see before she’s gone from the Nevada state, it’s a long way back to Chicago and she’ll feel every one of those miles. | ||||||||
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| ------ Non Journal Entry ------ “I hear you, I do but you can’t expect me to drop everything and come running back because you need me.” Kris argued down the phone as she paced her shared apartment, one stride at a time. “No, this is his responsibility. Not mine. He’s the one that promised things would be different and you were the one that told me to leave it alone.” She expelled a frustrated breath and shoved a hand into dark strands of hair, “No, I will not. I have a life here and it’s mine. I can’t be the one you turn to every time things get rough. No, I just can’t.” Before she had a chance to argue even further her mother went off on a tirade and all Kris could do was listen and feel the guilt pushing down on her shoulders. “Mum, I left because I’m needed here.” Then another barrage of words and Kris sagged back against the wall. “Yes I know you need me but you’ve managed to do just fine without me for the last year and god only knows how many months. What’s different now?” The Slayer sunk to the ground, drew her legs up towards her chest and just listened. “It’s not my fault dad ditched, it isn’t. I gave him the chance he wanted and he told me he’d do the right thing.” She practically growled down the phone. “No, I refuse to accept that.” Kris thumped the back of her skull against the wall, caught her bottom lip and just listened. “Yes I know I have a baby sister to think about now but mum you’re the parent and I don’t see why it’s always me that has to take on dad’s responsibility.” Once again she thumped the back of her skull into the wall and continued to do it over and over again as her mother spoke. “I’ll call you in a couple days.” She said simply as she closed the phone and just pressed the tips of her fingers to the bridge of her nose. She tossed her phone aside and she didn’t even care as it clunked against the ground then just curled her legs up towards her chest and folded her head against her knees. Life just kept getting better and better didn’t it? | ||||||||
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| ------ Non Journal Entry ------ “Can you work Saturdays?” Kris just nodded her head, no longer caring as she needed work because she’d gone so long without that she was beginning to think she was turning into her father. A deadbeat lay about good for nothing piece of … “Yeah I can work Saturdays,” She finally answered as it would seem a movement of your head wasn’t enough these days. Helen, the rather plump older lady, mid thirties with a hairstyle that went out back in the fifties or maybe the sixties just nodded her head and went back to perusing Kris’ resume. Making these “hmm” and “ahhh” and “oooh” noises under her breath like she was trying to select what food to order. It wouldn’t be that far from the truth considering Kris was applying for a waitressing job. “When can you start?” Helen now inquired, peering over the top of the resume. Kris forced a smile onto her lips, “Whenever you need me to.” Helen nodded her head, scribbled something onto a paper then went right back to reading the resume. They’d already been through the question and answer portion of the interview and Kris had already filled out what seemed like a hundred and one assessment forms. Who would have thought becoming a waitress would be this much hard work? She’d also got the lecture about how the Gallagher's Steakhouse had given impeccable service for this many years and she’d be expected to uphold that same standard. Blah de blah blah …really it all blurred into the same sound after a while, as long as she kept smiling and nodding everything else would work out just fine. Eventually it would seem Helen was satisfied with picking through her resume like a vulture picking bones and took this moment to offer her hand as she rose to her feet, “Congratulations, you’re hired.” Kris rose to her feet and took a hold of Helen’s hand, “Thank you.” | ||||||||
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| ------ Non Journal Entry ------ As the rest of the town celebrated the fourth of July, Kris hunted and killed. Blood stained her blades red and dust decorated the long lengths of black that fell over her shoulders. Sweat slid down her throat, pooled in the hollow of her neck then vanished beneath red material as she turned on her heel. Arm lifted, swung around until knuckles crushed facial features and a short efficient kick doubled the vampire over. One sharp movement down and the wood was cutting through flesh and ripping through the organ that had been responsible for pushing blood around its dead body once. An explosion of dust swirled around her legs and denim pushed through it as the Slayer kept tracking her way over sand. Blades were turned in her hands, hilts settled into familiar calluses and tight grip exerted. Kris didn’t trust Searchlight to be quiet for any loud celebration so she figured it was better she stuck to hunting and patrolling, you never knew what could be lurking. One Slayer was better than none at all. | ||||||||
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| ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Kris exhaled a breath as she entered the apartment, night had fallen several hours earlier and she’d stepped out and spent her time patrolling. The count was as followed, three vampires. Not that impressive considering the length of time spent out there but whatever she was going to argue. She wandered through the apartment and then without thinking pulled open the door to her weapons closet. It was one of those natural things that took little to no thought because it was an every day thing. However her brow furrowed as she took in the sight of a brown bag sat smack dab in the middle of the floor. That wasn’t hers and Kris made a point of cataloguing her weaponry once every three months and that bag was a new addition. It was also moving and a tingle began to creep up her spine, Kris settled her sword down beside the door and then crouched down to reach out towards the bag. However her fingers stilled when there was a rattle. Every one of her senses was screaming at her, telling her that danger was present but she ignored them all in favour of curiosity. Her fingers pried the tie apart and in the next moment a snake’s head was lunging towards her, fangs bared. Lightening quick reflexes had her jerking to one side, lengths of fingers shooting out to grab the sword she had rested outside of the door then with a razor sharp movement the snake’s head was cut away from the rest of its body. Swallowing hard she eyed the creature lying in a pool of its own blood, how had it got into the apartment? And why in her weapons closest of all places? It didn’t make sense. Kris wiped the blade off on her thigh then rose to her feet, she was going to clean it up then hit the sheets and worry about it in the morning. Maybe Hayden would know something she didn’t. | ||||||||
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| "Come on, you'll enjoy it!" Julie told Kris as they walked into the bar. One of the nice things about Vegas was there were tons of bars open all the time. Well, maybe not nice, the werewolf conceded mentally, but certainly convenient! This was just your typical neighborhood hole in the wall, but its shtick was to have karaoke 24-7. The place wasn't that crowded given that it was early afternoon, but Julie had to be back to the Lighthouse before the nightfall so she could safely secure herself in the basement for the full moon. The stage currently had a drunken Japanese man butchering "I got you babe," and Julie managed not to wince at the sound. Maybe karaoke hadn't been such a good idea... "I think enjoy is hoping for a lot," Kris retorted as she wandered in after her perkier friend and then paused to sweep her eyes right to left. She slipped her hands into the pant pockets of her low riding jeans and then glanced towards the stage. Her eyebrow arched and then she looked at Julie, "And we're here because..." The voice trailed off and the question hung heavy in the air. "Well, you wanted to try out singing in a place that wasn't too crowded, right?" Julie was determined to keep things positive. She'd had enough negative shit in her life recently and was about to undergo her monthly hell of change, this time chained up in the Lighthouse basement. A gesture was made toward the small stage and the karaoke machine "This is it." ( Hidden Talents ) "Never say never," Julie told her, the smile still firmly in place and her mind working overtime to try and formulate a plan of action "Did you enjoy yourself once you got over being scared?" Kris gave a nod of her head, "Yeah I did actually." She smiled slowly, "Felt good." She tipped her head towards the door, "Can we go now? Before they start singing again?" She gestured to the drunken group searching the play list for a song Julie glanced at the stage and shuddered. If the one performance was anything to go by, she didn't want to hear what the second would be like. "Don't have to tell me twice," she muttered as a cheer went up from the group and the sounds of a Michael Jackson tune began to play over the speakers. "Come on!" Kris gave a short nod of her head, "The quicker we escape the better." She slid in between the people and quickly pushed open the door to step out into Vegas. She felt better, having finally gotten that out of the way. | ||||||||
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| “You okay?” Kris asked quietly as she shifted in the chair she had sat herself in, her injuries were nothing to fret over and she was as uncomfortable as ever but there she was sat in a chair and looking over at the Watcher as he got himself stitched up. A faint curse escaped the man as the nurse pulled the thread through the cut, “Yeah, I’m okay.” He assured Kris, even when his face and contrast said different. “You don’t look okay,” She supplied with a quirk of her lips. Yeah, she was being infuriating but hey she felt like it. Matthew merely glowered at her, the startling shade of black, purple and yellow standing out vividly against the length of his jaw as it tightened. Kris rolled her eyes, shifted in the chair and leaned forward. Arms crossed over one another and fingers lacing together, “My back hurts and also my head? Fucking kills.” She now lifted her eyebrows, “Wanna share?” Everyone always told her that sharing made the world go round. “My shoulder hurts,” A sharp wince escaped him a moment later as the needle sunk into flesh, “Scratch that – it actually kills.” The nurse had noticed the expanse of scarring across Matthew’s chest, back, his sides ..actually everywhere on his upper torso but had the common sense to refrain from commenting. “My jaw, feels like someone took a sledgehammer to it and I’m pretty sure I’ve lost some brain cells.” Kris smirked briefly, “Least you’re alive.” ( Got A Point ) Matthew smirked lightly and released a breath as the nurse finished with the second of four cuts; his colour was ebbing away with every new stitch. “I’ll be fine, go get yourself checked out.” Kris rose to her feet, tried to ignore the way the world spun and how her head throbbed and the intermittent bright flashes of light. Highly probable that she had a concussion of some sort, it wasn’t serious, she could just tell. “Going,” She remarked as she wandered over towards the door and let herself out. Matthew watched her retreating form and then shook his head, Slayers, couldn’t live with them and certainly couldn’t live without them. | ||||||||||
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| ------ Non Journal Entry ------ The day had finally ebbed away over the horizon, the orange glow of a setting sun basked the sun in a golden hue. Kris had been walking since morning and hadn’t stopped for anything or anyone, a note had been left for Hayden on the kitchen table explaining what she was doing and weapons had been slung into the depths of her backpack along with several bottles of water. The sun was relentless; it continued to beat down upon her skin which was already glistening with a faint sheen of sweat. Her boots were leaving tracks in the sand but this far out they would be the only ones to be seen for miles. Devon had informed her of a place that Julie liked to go, a place of retreat for when the change was upon her. Kris had a vague idea of where it was, her mind was serving as the map and her memory aiding her with directions. Pausing briefly she released a few short breaths before shrugging her backpack free and rummaging inside for a bottle of water. Her hands uncapped the lid and she took a few swallows to wash away that dry raspy tickle in the very back of her throat. Putting the water bottle back inside the back she withdrew a dagger and clasped it tightly as she approached the abandoned mine that Devon said Julie used, her breathing was kept slow and her steps were quiet. She was a silent predator, inching ever closer to her prize. Her eyes noted the disturbance of sand and Kris crouched down to press her fingers against the indentation. Pretty deep, something heavy had rested there. Inhaling a breath she turned her head and then stepped closer to the footprints embedded into the ground, more than one. Trailing her fingertips along the print, she could tell the person wearing those boots had been big. Fingertips snatched up a few stale cigarette butts and she turned them in her fingers and tipped her head, “Someone’s got a smoking problem.” She muttered as she stored the butts in case Devon could get some kind of scent from them. There was also blood, dried and caked into the desert ground. Several days old, some sort of trap had been set obviously using Julie’s vulnerability when in the change against her. Kris scowled faintly before she rose to her feet and moved towards the mine. Dipping low she slipped into the depths and used what was left of the remaining sunlight to guide her eyes. Something glistening in the sand caught her attention and Kris stepped over to and dropped her weight. Hands sought through the grains until fingers closed in on a small golden locket. Pulling it out of the sand she rubbed the width of her thumb across the locket to reveal its markings, “She was definitely here.” Kris muttered as she slid the locket away into her pocket and she rose to her feet to leave the mine. The sun was nearly all gone, night was fast approaching and Kris showed little to no reaction to this change in the world around her. She simply rummaged in her backpack and pulled a flashlight out and flicked it on. The dagger was then slipped away and the backpack zipped back up She turned her head and took in the tire tracks that she could see when she moved the light across the sand, the ones that led away from the mine and she began to walk the length. One boot moved in front of the other until she was walking in a parallel line to the tracks so she wouldn’t miss the direction that they took. Kris wasn’t sure of how long she had been walking or even how much time had passed but by the time she reached the roadside the world was pitch black and she was shivering. Ignoring her body she dropped to a crouch and turned her head taking in the possibility of direction and then guiding her hand out she found a trail of sand and drew it around until her fingertips were pointing in the direction of Vegas. “Gotcha,” She murmured with a look directed towards the City of Sin. Dropping her bag she reached inside and plucked out her cellular phone and flipped it open to dial a number. “Matt? It’s Kris. Think you could pick me up?” She glanced around herself and told him where he could find her before she finished the conversation with, “I know where Julie was taken. You might want to get in touch with Devon.” | ||||||||
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| Kris stepped off the bus that had taken her back into Searchlight and was slightly taken aback when she was locked in green gaze. “Devon?” The Werewolf rose to his feet and emerged from shadow, “Yeah it’s me.” He watched as the bus drew away and then brought his eyes back to Kris. “Can I talk to you?” The Slayer readjusted her backpack and then gave a short nod of her head. “Sure, what’s up?” Never had she imagined she’d be talking to the man behind the creature that had been hot on her heels all those weeks ago. “It’s about Julie,” Devon shared in a low voice as he spared his surroundings a brief look before returning his eyes to Kris. “What about her?” Kris asked as she slowed her pace and dropped her voice. Devon took a breath before he went on to say, “Did she ever tell you about Brad? The ex?” Kris tipped her head back and briefly squinted as she regarded the clouds above them. “Yeah she did.” Her stride slowed and came to a full halt as she turned to face Devon. “What’s going on?” “Julie’s been taken,” Devon said as he felt it better to just come out with it rather than dancing his around the subject. “Taken?” Kris repeated with a faint lift of an eyebrow. Devon’s only response was a nod. “Lemme guess, Brad took her?” Kris said as she filled in the blanks and she expelled a breath. “Any idea of when or where?” “Not yet,” Devon shared with a slow movement of his head. “I’m going to talk to Nyx, see if he knows something. Hannah’s asking around as well.” He paused briefly, “I also called Matthew but he didn’t answer so I left a message. Hopefully he should be able to help.” Kris nodded her head, “I’ll check around the outskirts of town, see if I can’t spot something or anything.” She looked to Devon, “Anything else I should know?” Devon slid his arms across his chest, “There’s a good chance that I’ll find myself a target. Brad doesn’t appreciate the help I’ve been giving to Julie.” He then tipped his head, “I’m assuming you have something made of silver?” Saying the word was difficult enough and forgetting the memory of having it in his skin was even harder to shift. “I’m a Slayer, Devon.” Kris shared with a wry smile, “I have a sword, pure silver. It’ll do the trick and if needs be I can always get a gun.” She now paused and offered a smirk, “And if Brad wants you so bad we could probably use that to our advantage.” Nothing like wiggling a piece of bait on the end of a hook. Devon simply offered Kris a slanted smile at her suggestion of using him like bait. “Good to hear you have something that’ll do the trick because I have a feeling that this isn’t going to be easy.” Devon shared as he looked around himself. Kris shook her head and patted Devon’s shoulder once before brushing past him. “Since when has anything ever been easy?” Devon watched her go and had to admit the Slayer had a point. | ||||||||
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| ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Kris was on the roof; it had become her perch after a long night of slaying and bleeding. Nose was cut across the bone; knuckles were red raw and clothes were torn and gorged open from where horns had tried to eviscerate her. Blood stained denim and dirt was worked in-between thick heavy treads that now hung from a ledge. Sweat had long since matted strands of hair together and quick breaths were being taken as she worked through adrenaline and tried to find the peace she needed in order to sleep. Rubbing her hands together she grimaced faintly as the bruise stretching from her wrist to her forearm ached. She was overdoing it; even work was beginning to notice a difference in her. Energy levels were low during the day and then almost hyped up on caffeine at night. She had been spoken to in regards to her performance and if she didn’t shape up soon she might be looking for another job. Maybe she was more like her father than she realised. Kris collected her dagger and snatched up a length of cloth and then began to clean the blood from the blade. Keeping weapons clean was vital and essential; neglect could mean the difference between life and death. The smallest of tremors jostled her arm, overworked muscles complaining and trying to hint for her to stop. Flexing her hand and settling the dagger she moved her right hand to her left bicep and began a deep tissue massage simply because her fingertips were able to dig in. She worked them in slow circles until the trembling had ceased and she was able to go back to cleaning her blade. The sun would be rising soon and she’d be there to greet it, good morning sunshine. | ||||||||||
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| ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Blood was rich in colour and ran in thick streams and pooled at her feet. The cause simple and dim witted in its execution, the vampire had rammed her skull into a nearby concentre wall and it had nicked and torn skin apart. With a deep forceful grunt the breadth of her forehead drove forward until stars could almost be seen revolving around the vampire’s head at the rate of knots. Hunting, the one thing she knew and trusted above anything else. It was always the same, always about the fight for survival. A curl of her fingers had the wind knocked from the vampire’s chest now absent of beating heart and then a sharp kick to a knee crippled the vampire. Ferocity of Slayer was brought down upon the vampire’s head, a sharp kick fractured a jaw and then a grab with fingers dragged it back to its feet. Several connections with the wall seemed to daze the vampire and it wasn’t long until it was practically limp in her grip. Gripping tighter she tipped its head back and brought a blade up and ran it through and swept it around to decapitate and decimate the vampire. Turning the blade, she settled it back into the grip of her fingers and she spat out a mouthful of blood. It landed splattered across the sand and was swept away as she set out across the desert once more. A few more hours and she’d call it a night. | ||||||||||
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| ------ Non Journal Entry ------ There was nothing more satisfying than slamming a few bodies into the ground. It was even better if those bodies got right back up and went for round two or even three. Nothing worked out stress like a good fight; it got the blood pumping and let it flow to all the right places. Even when the fight had been going on for five or six hours, patrol had been long and Kris hadn’t paused to take a single breath. Call it pent up frustration if you will, it needed a release and it found one in every nick of blade across undead flesh. Small grunts were panted out from a struggling chest; lungs screamed for air and were ignored and refused. One cut became three until finally a decisive stroke severed the link between neck and shoulders. A sudden explosion of dust coated her but was shaken aside as her body ducked and weaved and skirted across the brown surface beneath her. Thick heavy soles snapped bones and bruised rapidly colouring flesh. One more decisive movement had the sharpened wood driving down until chest gave way to nothingness and she was forced back by the sudden tackle of another. Sharp guttural sound escaped her nasal passages and parted her lips. Air forced from the corners it had retreated to and wind entirely knocked from her sails. It took her a few moments to recover and a jerk to the knee broke the nose upon impact and another snap of a leg thrust the creature into the wall. Recovery time non existent as the Slayer broke the fragile bone along the vampire’s neck and then finished the job. Her eyes watched on as the body burned and all that remained was ash and dust. Just the way it was supposed to be. Nudging the piles she distributed ash into sand until no-one would be able to tell the difference. Warm red liquid dripped from a cut on her lip and pooled in her naval as a cut beneath her rib led to a trickle escaping across skin. Minimal injury in comparison to all the others she had collated in her time. Stepping away Kris turned the stake in her hand and clasped it tightly as she began back into Searchlight. Her hunt had taken her past the limits and pushed the borders and now she was being called home. | ||||||||||
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| After discovering the clothes and staring at them for a good number of hours Kris had bundled them up and stowed them away until she could ask him about them. Deciding that she needed some air and some time and space to herself, Kris had changed into a form fitting black tank top and a loose pair of dark slacks and had left the apartment. Hands were still tying her dark hair back as she moved further and further away from the town and deeper into the desert. Amber glistened against her skin and leather moved every time she stretched her neck. Eventually Kris felt she had moved far enough away and then bent forward until her hands were touching the ground. A long stretch had the muscles across her back pulling and then a slow recline had her entire body curving. She didn’t believe in going to any training session without being properly warmed up. Her mind was still confused and her thoughts perturbed by all the blood she had seen. It looked almost as if Hayden had bled an entire river. A deep breath had her trying to ignore her rampant thoughts and her arms lifted to form tight lines and fingers curled to make fists. With one breath out she moved, her long leg stretching outwards to snap out at the air before curling back down as she followed the movement through with her elbow. She was quick and graceful as she cut across the sand like a woman on a mission. Fists and legs working as one and body twisting and turning occasionally turning to flip over itself. Sweat gathered across her skin and rolled over the curves of arms, back and delved beneath clothing. He was only outside because the hotel suite had finally become too small, for that reason and because he needed to get away from the balcony before he really did pitch himself off of it. The engine of the rental car hummed quietly as Oliver headed down the highway, unsure of his destination, only knowing that he had to move. Maybe if he meditated, that would help. He hated the jumble of his thoughts, that he had been lifted above his usual numbness only to be unceremoniously dropped back into it. Why couldn't the universe leave him alone? Several miles out of Vegas, he parked the vehicle on the shoulder of the road and got out, staring across the bleak expanse of desert before looking up at the cloudless blue sky. Spring was coming. Maybe if he walked, he could shut off his brain. All he wanted was some quiet. ( It's A Free Desert ) ( Gifted With Power ) "Yeah, that's what people tell me." Kris said with a wry smirk. Her attention turned to the sky and then went back to Oliver, "I'll see you around, Oliver." With that comment said she began back in the direction of Searchlight, each stride long and the walk had a definite wiggle to it. Hopefully by the time she got back into town her mind would be clearer and she would know how to begin the conversation with Hayden about his clothes. Oliver wandered back to his car, his expression thoughtful. He still hadn't found his calm space, not entirely, but he felt closer to it than he had previously. He certainly no longer felt like pitching himself off of his balcony. Back behind the wheel, he stared out across the sandy expanse of desert before starting the engine. He should phone Jill when he got back. He wanted to see her again. She was the only thing he'd really cared about in a long time, and it was a curious emotion. He was no longer circling the drain, at least for now. | ||||||||||
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| ------ Non Journal Entry ------ Mundane chores such as shopping were hated but necessary. It was Kris’ turn so she had stolen Hayden’s keys and taken his jeep out to get in a big shop that would keep them going for a few weeks. She’d even taken Eddy along for the ride, the dog loved to stick his head out of the window as the car sailed along. Eventually the shop was done and she had returned to Searchlight, Eddy hot on her heels as she unloaded bags from jeep to the table in the kitchen. Kris smirked briefly and retrieved a treat she had bought for him and threw it up which resulted in the dog leaping from ground to air and snatching it up between his teeth. “That’ll keep him busy for a while,” Kris murmured as she turned and made her way back down the stairs. She still had three more bags to bring back inside. She placed her shades atop of her head as she rounded on the back of the jeep and she reached in to pick up the last bags. Kris pulled the first bag out and tucked it beneath her arm before reaching for the next two but in the process her fingers snagged on something else. “What the...” She mumbled with a frown before giving a small grunt as she unloaded the bags and she turned her attention to reaching for whatever it was her fingers had caught. The flannel was instantly recognisable as belonging to Hayden and the denim was definitely his and whilst Kris might not have batted an eyelash at Hayden keeping clothes in his jeep, it was very hard for her to ignore the way in which the material was ripped and blood stains were everywhere. Confusion clouded Kris’ mind and she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing. Her fingers kept turning the material as she looked at every rip and every tear and how much blood surrounded each and every one. She recalled Hayden mentioning a demon attacked him but he had said it was nothing but these clothes - they told another story. Why would Hayden lie to her? Kris swallowed hard and bundled the clothes up before picking up the remaining shopping bags. Hayden had lied to Kris once before, about the deal he had struck for her because she had been dying. That was then and this was now so why would he lie? Shaking her head Kris hurried into the apartment and slammed the door shut after her. Her mind was going at a rate of knots and she was trying very hard not to freak out because there had to be a reason why Hayden would lie to her. He never lied unless there was a good reason. She just hoped that this time wasn’t as bad as the last. Kris tried to ignore the hurt and focus past what she was feeling to what had to be going on. Her feet were heavy on the stairs and the shopping was completely ignored in favour of laying the clothes out on the ground. Her weight crouched and her fingers traced the tears and then the tip of a nail dug into the caked on blood that lingered on the material. “Why would he lie?” Kris mumbled as she rocked back onto her heels and she wrapped her arms around her legs. Her chin rested atop of her knees and her brown eyes narrowed, she couldn’t take her eyes off the blood. There was so much of it. Kris closed her eyes and took a steadying breath, there had to be a reason for why Hayden had lied to her about the extent of his injuries. There just had to be. Injuries were expected in their line of work and Kris knew all about them, why would he cover this up? Why would he hide these clothes? Maybe he didn’t want her to worry? Still, this sort of explained why he had sounded the way that he had or did it? Kris worried her bottom lip before leaning forward to gather up the clothes and she deposited them on the table. Her weight found its rest in the couch and she kept staring at the clothing. “Why would he lie?” She asked to the silent apartment. | ||||||||||
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| In all her time as a Searchlight resident Kris couldn’t recall a time when she had ever seen the Nugget this busy. It was like everyone suddenly got a craving for Verlie’s special of the day at the same time. She had luckily arrived earlier than most and had grabbed herself a table. An order of a cheeseburger, fries and a chocolate shake were currently what she was waiting on and Kris didn’t wait well. Her mood didn’t help either. Her face was propped up in the palm of her hand and her other hand was drumming a beat out against the table. Dark hair was loose and a few strands slipped out and fell over the eyes that moved face to face – person to person. A deep breath dragged her attention away and focused it back on the window to watch the life happening in Searchlight itself. Her fingers moved to toy with the leather and amber that resided around her neck. Julie entered the Nugget and looked about, surprised to find the place packed. She had a craving for an extra rich chocolate milkshake and even the full house wasn’t going to stop her in her quest for the chocolaty goodness. Plus, she didn’t want to cook and wasn’t in the mood for anything over at the bar, so her options were limited. She ran a hand through her hair in annoyance at her situation and surveyed the room to try and find an open seat. The only spot available was with a young brunette sitting by herself in one of the booths. Julie took a deep breath and was glad that she’d made herself presentable before stepping out her door today. She put on her best friendly smile and approached the other brunette to get her attention “Hi…sorry to bother you, but the place is packed and I was wondering if I could share your table?” ( Breaking The Ice ) Julie paused in mid sip of her shake “How long have you known Matthew?” She tried not to make it look like she was pumping the other woman for information, but knowledge was power and the more info she had on the watcher the better she could understand his likes and dislikes. Sure he was handsome and charming, but what might be lurking underneath the surface? She’d found out the hard way with Brad and she wasn’t going to fall into that trap again. “Months,” Kris replied as it didn’t seem to be a harmful statement to make. “He’s a good guy.” She went on to mention with a nod of her head. “He’s helped me through a lot and I know he’s been through a lot himself but yeah, good guy.” Julie managed not to show too much, but she was relieved. “So he isn’t hiding a psychotic crazy stalker side of himself under the surface?” She tried to make it sound lighthearted, but she had too much experience with crazy stalker types. Kris shook her head with a wry smile, “Not that I’m aware of but there’s something. Things he doesn’t say but probably should.” She shrugged her shoulders, not like she could talk. “I think it’s pretty safe to say he’s one of the few people that I actually trust.” Julie nodded and settled back into her seat, having leaned forwards despite herself, and took another sip of her milkshake. That was saying something, from the way Kris talked she didn’t trust people easily. Julie could relate to that in a way. “That’s good to know, thanks.” She wasn’t sure what the future held, but one thing was certain: she wasn’t getting into another relationship with a psycho if she could do anything to avoid it. “No worries,” Kris returned with a lift of her shoulders. Her body started that slow slide out of the seat and she rose away from it. “So I guess I’ll see you around,” She hunched up her shoulders as she slid her hands into the hip pockets of her pants. “It was good to meet you.” Kris now exhaled a breath and started towards the door. “Likewise” Julie told her with a smile, “Take care, Kris.” She turned her attention back to her food and her thoughts. | ||||||||||
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